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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.