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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.