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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The Litter to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless 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?
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.