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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Visage,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.