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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
JFA,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.