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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
the Slits,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.