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 Germany and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.