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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
The Index,
ABBA,
Nas,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.