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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.