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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.