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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.