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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.