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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.