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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.