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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Normal to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.