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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.