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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.