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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.