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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.