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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.