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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.