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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Niagra,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.