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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.