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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.