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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.