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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
The Slits,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.