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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.