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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.