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 Uganda and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.