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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Wake to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.