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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.