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 Nepal 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.