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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Pole,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.