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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.