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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.