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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Franke,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.