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 Sweden 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angry Samoans to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
EPMD,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.