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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.