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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
X-102,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.