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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.