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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.