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 Thailand and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.