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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Technova,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.