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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.