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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
The Evens,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
The Victims,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.