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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.