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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.