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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Sparks,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.