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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Urselle to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.