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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.