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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.