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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.