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 Burundi and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.