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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.