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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.