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 Thailand and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.