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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.