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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.