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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Visage,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.