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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.