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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.