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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.