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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.