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 Gabon 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.