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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Can,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.