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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.