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 Andorra and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.