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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.