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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Television,
Lalann,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.