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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.