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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Slave,
the Normal,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.