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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Eddi Front to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.