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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.