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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
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.