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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.