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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.