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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.