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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.