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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.