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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.