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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.