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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.