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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.