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 Philippines 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.