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 Lithuania 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.