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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.