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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.