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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.