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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.