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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.