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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The American Breed to the grunge 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Brick,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
JFA,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
New Order,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.