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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
DNA,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
10cc,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.