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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.