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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.