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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Organ,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.