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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.