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 Gambia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.