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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.