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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Pantytec,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.