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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.