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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.