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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 UT 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Qualms,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.