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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus 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?
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.