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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti 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?
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.