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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.