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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.