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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.