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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.