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 Egypt 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.