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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.