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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.