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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.