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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.