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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.