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 Palau and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.