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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.