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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.