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 Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.