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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.