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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.