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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.