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 Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.