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 Lebanon 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.