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 France and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.