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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.