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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.