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 India and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Can to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.