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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.