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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.