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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.