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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.