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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.