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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.