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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.