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 Chile 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Can,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.