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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.