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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.