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 Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.