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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.