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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sheep to the techno 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.