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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Brick,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.