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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.