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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
MDC,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.