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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.