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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.