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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.