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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.