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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.