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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Saints to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Nas,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.