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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.