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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.