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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.