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 India and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.