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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Crime,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.