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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.