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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.