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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.