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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.