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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 theremin 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 The Gories to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.