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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.