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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.