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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.