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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.