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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.