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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.