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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.