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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.