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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.