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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.