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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.