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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.