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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Althea and Donna to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.