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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.