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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.