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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.