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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
The Standells,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.