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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Mars,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.