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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.