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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.