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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
UT,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.