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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.