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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.