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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.