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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.