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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Nico,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.