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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.