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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Move,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.