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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.