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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.