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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.