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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.