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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.