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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.