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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.