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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.