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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.