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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.