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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Swell Maps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Index,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Japan,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.