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 Syria and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.