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 Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.