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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Smog,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.