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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.