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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.