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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Smog,
Deakin,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.