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 Argentina 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.