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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.