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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Wire,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.