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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.