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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.