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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.