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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.