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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.