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 Sudan 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.