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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Pretty Things to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.