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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.