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 Cuba 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.