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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.