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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.