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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.