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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.