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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Technova,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.