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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.