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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.