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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.