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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
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 clarinet 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.