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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.