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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.