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 Iceland 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.