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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Can,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.