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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.