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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.