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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.