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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.