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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Index,
ABBA,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.