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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.