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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.