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 Slovakia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Vogues,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.