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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.