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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.