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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.