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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.