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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.