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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.