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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Mars,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Index,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.