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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo 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?
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.