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 Uganda and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.