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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.