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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.