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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.