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 San Marino and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
UT,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.