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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Black Dice,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Crime,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.