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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.