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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.