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 San Marino and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.