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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.