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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.