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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.