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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.