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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Scientists,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.