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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Fear,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.