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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
PIL,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.