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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.