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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.