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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.