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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.