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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.