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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.