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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.