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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.