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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.