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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.