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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.