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 Mali 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
JFA,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.