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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.