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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cowsills to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.