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 China and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.