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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Ludus,
The Move,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
DNA,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.