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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.