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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.