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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Audionom,
John Holt,
the Association,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.