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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.