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 Panama and from Halifax.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.