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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.