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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.