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 Malta and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.