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 Paraguay 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Sparks,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.