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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.