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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.