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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.