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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.