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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.