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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Index,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.