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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.