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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.