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 China and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.