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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.