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 Canada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.