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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.