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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange 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?
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.