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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.