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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Technova,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.