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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.