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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Faust,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Mars,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.