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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Swans,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.