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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.