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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.