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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.