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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.