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 Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.