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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.