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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.