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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
10cc,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.