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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.