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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Television,
The Techniques,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.