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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Inner City,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.