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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Swans,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.