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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
UT,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.