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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.