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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.