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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.