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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.