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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.