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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Television,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.