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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.