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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sparks 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 grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.