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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 One Last Wish to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.