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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.