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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.