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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.