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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.