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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
The Evens,
The Busters,
DNA,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
10cc,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.