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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.