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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.