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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.