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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Lyres,
ABC,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.