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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.