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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.