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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.