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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.