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 Mauritius 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Index,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.