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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.