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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.