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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Interpol,
The Names,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.