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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.