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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Magma,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Pylon,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.