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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.