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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.