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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.