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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.