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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.