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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Nas,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.