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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Flipper,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
The Move,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.