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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.