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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.