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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.