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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.