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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugs to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.