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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.