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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.