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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.