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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.