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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.