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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.