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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
UT,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.