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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.