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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.