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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Magma,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.