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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 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 Pierre Henry to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
the Association,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.