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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.