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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.