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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.