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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.