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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.