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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.