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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.