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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.