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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.