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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 sitar 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.