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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.