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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.