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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.