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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.