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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Scion,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.