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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.