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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Monks,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.