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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
June Days,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.