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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.