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 Jordan 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Yaz,
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.