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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
DNA,
X-102,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.