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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
10cc,
CMW,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Television,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.