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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.