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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.