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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Gong,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.