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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
The Move,
Monolake,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.