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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.