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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.