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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
UT,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.