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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.