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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.