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 Egypt 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Scion,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.