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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.