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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.