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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.