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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.