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 St Lucia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.