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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.