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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.