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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.