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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
the Germs,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.