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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.