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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.