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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.