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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
JFA,
Wings,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Motorama,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.