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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 The Cramps 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Television,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.