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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.