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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.