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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.