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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Japan,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.