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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.