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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.