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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.