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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.