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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.