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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.