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 Angola and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.