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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.