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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.