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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.