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 Estonia and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Visage,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.