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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.