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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.