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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.