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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Can,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.