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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 the Soft Cell to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.