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 Oman and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.