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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.