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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.