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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
UT,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.