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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.