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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.