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 Tuvalu 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.