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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.