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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.