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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.