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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.