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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.