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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.