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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Wings,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.