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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.