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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Wire,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.