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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.