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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.