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 Croatia and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
10cc,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.