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 Slovenia 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.