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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.