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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Wings,
X-102,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.