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 Colombia and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Cymande,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.