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 Dominica and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.