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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.