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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Niagra,
the Slits,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.