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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.