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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Fear,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.