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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.