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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.