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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.