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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.