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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.