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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.