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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.