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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Monks,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.