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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.