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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Josef K,
Japan,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.