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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Litter to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
CMW,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.