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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.