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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.