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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.