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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Wire,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.