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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.