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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.