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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Josef K,
the Germs,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.