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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.