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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.