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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.