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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.