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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.