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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.