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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.