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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Interpol,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.