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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Victims,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.