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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.