Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.