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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.