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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.