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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.