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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.