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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
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.