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 Congo 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.