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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Scion,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.