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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 Bologna and Shanghai.
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 mellotron 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.