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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.