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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.