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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.