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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.