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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.