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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
CMW,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.