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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.