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 Poland and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.