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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 the Germs 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.