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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.