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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.