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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.