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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.